Chapter 7: First Gifts and Little Moments
The school was alive with activity; intramurals were in full swing. People were running around, banners hung from every corner, and music echoed through the campus grounds. Laughter mixed with the sound of cheers, creating a beautiful kind of chaos.
I was caught up in all of it.
And yet, somehow, my thoughts kept drifting back to her.
I’m not usually someone who takes a lot of pictures. Honestly, I avoid it whenever I can. But that day felt different. I wanted to share my world with her. I wanted her to feel like she was there beside me.
So I tried.
I held my phone awkwardly, pretending I wasn’t trying too hard. Every picture seemed blurred. Every angle felt unnatural. My classmates laughed as I fumbled around, teasing me for suddenly becoming “Mr. Photographer.”
But I didn’t mind.
I was doing it for her.
And somehow, that made all the embarrassment worth it.
Almost every picture I captured included couples laughing together, holding hands, and stealing small glances when they thought no one was looking. I couldn’t help but smile at the irony. There I was, shy and awkward, barely knowing how to take decent photos, yet thinking about a girl who wasn’t even physically there with me.
Still, she felt present in everything.
Later that day, I headed to a small mini-concert on campus. The lights flashed across the crowd. The music vibrated through the air. The energy was contagious, alive, and electric.
And yet, even in the middle of all that noise, I kept sneaking glances at my phone.
I wanted to send her clips of the performance.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaYuwvs5Lz3
I wanted to tell her about the songs.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVSLhbZ9RQD
I wanted her to laugh at my overreactions.
I wanted her to experience it with me.
When I finally got home that evening, exhausted but happy, I noticed a package waiting for me.
My heart skipped.
I tore it open without even changing out of my clothes.
Inside was an A4Tech keyboard.
My first gift from her.
I just stood there for a moment, holding it in my hands, smiling like an idiot.
It wasn’t just a keyboard.
It was her.
Her thoughtfulness.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ5PfOL5hYc
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Her love, sent across the distance just for me.
I called her immediately, barely able to contain my excitement.
“You got it! ” she laughed softly, clearly amused by how happy I sounded.
“I… yeah! It’s amazing! My first gift from you,” I said, my grin practically audible through the phone. “Thank you so much.”
“First? ” she teased. “Are you planning to keep count? ”
I laughed. “Maybe. But you’ll always be number one anyway.”
She groaned at the cheesiness.
But I could hear her smiling.
That night, I set up the keyboard on my desk, still grinning to myself. Every click of the keys felt special.
And that’s when I understood something.
It wasn’t about the price.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaIWVJQM2tt
It wasn’t about the brand.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnNr9E7WbAA
It wasn’t even about the keyboard itself.
It was about the thought behind it.
She had taken a piece of her world and sent it into mine.
Just like I tried to send her pieces of my days through blurry pictures, short videos, and late-night calls.
Even miles apart, we were weaving our lives together in the smallest ways.
And somehow, that made everything feel real.
That day, I learned something important.
Love isn’t always in grand gestures or dramatic confessions.
Sometimes, it’s in the little things —26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHAKus45rYd
A blurred photo.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIfGztYAn0h
A short concert clip.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwTkWfx1w81
A simple package waiting at your door.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8J4uHJs8lR
A soft laugh shared through a phone.
And sometimes, those little things are more than enough to make your heart feel full.
For the first time, I understood that distance didn’t weaken what we had.
If anything, it made the small moments matter more.
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Even in imperfect pictures.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEPDyKVBdSr
Even across miles.
Our connection was growing.
Stronger.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGMfJJp7VzG
Brighter.26Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdbAZY6p78
Happier.
And I knew this was only the beginning.
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and then Add to home screen.